I can't remember when I got this story.

It's been not too terribly long, but it's one of the craziest stories I've ever read.

And I've never thought about this theory, what you're going to learn about.

For the first five minutes or so, she's going to give some background on where she's from,

what she does. Hang on, because this is a long story, and it really gets good.

I mean, it gets really creepy. I was reading it. I was getting chills, so let's get started with it.

Here's what Jenna writes. How the past year has changed my life. I cannot begin to express,

but I will give it my best shot. My name is Jenna, and I'm a 29-year-old female geologist,

speleoologist, and I was working for the government within the Department of Geological Survey up

until recently. We were responsible to explore and map out all mine shafts and cave systems in the

Eastern United States. There are several of these teams working throughout the country in places

like the Rockies, Texas, the Midwest, and in Washington State. I've heard that there are also

teams in Canada and Mexico as well. I have been spelunking since I was five years old,

with my father and older brothers, so it became who I was and not just what I did.

My experience through the years made me useful to this project.

I was recruited in my last year of graduate school at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire by Joseph,

who had become my supervisor and mentor. My 18 mates were all roughly the same age,

and we had various degrees of interest of study, including engineering, archaeology, biology,

herpetology, and volcanology as well as other fields. We were a mixture of seven men and two women,

and all have a love for the world below the surface, resulting in our pale skin and very thin

frames because we spent most of the days in the dark out of the sunlight. It wasn't all that bad

for me being a pale skin ginger, and 10 minutes in the sun, I would turn into a lobster.

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